“But you did know…” She fumbled as she tried to find an argument. “We’ve talked about it. Remember when you and Bill double teamed Cindy? I told you then that I wanted that.”
“A double team, yeah. And we did that, didn’t we? Two weeks later. Last night was not that.” Bill and I did double stuff Shelly on our next party after we DP’d Cindy. It was interesting. It took a while since Shelly’s pussy was so much tighter than Cindy’s. I would have serious doubts about how tight she was now.
“But we’ve been to bigger parties. Don’t you remember the fourth…” she shut up quickly. As if she was about to say something she wasn’t supposed to.
“The fourth? As in the fourth of July? As in my week-long seminar in Boston where I spent the holiday wondering why you weren’t answering your phone? The fourth where you told me the battery died in your purse and you didn’t check it until the next morning? That fourth?”
The color drained from her face as I caught her in the lie. I saw her eyes flickering about as though she was looking for a story that I might believe. Just then a thought popped into my head. I marched out of the kitchen into the living room and opened the cabinet under the TV. In the back of the cabinet, we kept a small lock box of our porn, including the ones we shot ourselves. I hadn’t been into it since the last one I shot, so it should have only had a few tapes. When I opened the box, I noticed two new ones labeled 7-4 and 10-31. I grabbed the 7-4 just as Shelly came into the room.
“Wait, Randy, don’t…” she grabbed for the cassette, but I easily held it out of her reach.
“Don’t what, Shelly? Don’t watch this one? You’ve been shooting videos without me? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Please. Don’t.” She dropped her arms and hung her head. “You don’t want to see that. Not like this.”
“Don’t I?” I slid it into the player and turned on the set. It opened inside of the Williams’s house with more than 20 couples crammed into there usually spacious home. Not as big of a party as last night’s, but bigger than any I’ve been to. She withered under my glare.
“Hey guys,” I heard Bill’s voice from behind the camera. “This is Shelly, and she has been wanting to experience being airtight for weeks. Anyone want to help a girl out?” Hands shot up from all over the room. Bill panned the camera down where Shelly, bare naked and clearly more than a little drunk, was whooping and wooting, shaking her fist in the air. “Alright! That’s what I’m talking about. Shelly, why don’t you go pick the first set of guys for round one?”
Shelly marched into the crowd, grabbing men by the dick, jacking them to full size, trying to find the biggest ones. She stopped to suck more than one, just dipping her head down as if taste-testing them before moving on to the next one. Some of the guys grabbed her swinging breasts while other patted her on the ass, high fiving her birthmark.
She returned to the hall with six gentlemen in tow. The others groaned in disappointment. “Now, now, guys. Don’t fret. Cindy will select her first-round team in just a moment. Besides, there’s always round two!” This brought cheers from the crowd. The females of the couples there were also grabbing the guys and distracting them from their disappointment.
The video cut to a scene of Shelly settling onto some guy’s hard cock half-buried in her ass. Her pussy was already red and gaping, indicating she had already been royally fucked by either several cocks, or one huge one. Once she had the cock balls-deep in her ass, she leaned back spreading her legs wider as another guy knelt between them. Bill moved the camera to get a better view of the guy dragging the head of his cock through Shelly’s wet folds, smearing her juices all over. I could hear Shelly’s groans as he sunk his thick cock deep inside her.
“Alright,” Bill announced. “That’s two. Room for one more. Who wants a blowjob?”
A younger looking guy stepped up, dropped to one knee at her head and fed her his long but thin cock, which she gobbled up like spaghetti, slurping it deep into her throat before she reached for two more cocks to keep her hands busy.
I watched my wife take on five guys at the same time and found the scene anything but arousing. I looked over at Shelly who was watching the screen with rapt attention. Her face was flush and her nipples were erect. She was getting turned on by watching herself on the screen. Even given the circumstances, the threat to our marriage, my obvious anger, she was turned on. The thought made me even sicker.
“Are you serious, right now? You’re getting off on this?”
She looked shaken for a moment, as though she forgot herself. “I’m sorry. You’re right. It was just…it was…I’m sorry. I should have told you.”